Dominic’s smirk widened as he crossed his arms, leaning casually against one of the tent poles. He was tall, lean, and radiated this air of arrogance that set my teeth on edge. His sharp green eyes darted between Zone and me, sizing us up like the way predators size their prey.

“Ardan,” I said firmly, cutting straight to the point. “You know where he is.”

Dominic raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Oh, do I now? And what makes you think I’d share that information with you?”

Zone stiffened beside me with his hand twitching toward his blade, but I placed a calming hand on his arm. This was my fight....